My wagon went off the road, It turned upside down and I’m hurt,

The weather Is good so I lay here In the sun of the day In much pain.

Looking around I see the damage, my supplies are everywhere scattered,

There are people counting on me but I am where not a heart will see me.

As I stare up to the sky I see hawks circling about, not today I say,

I’m alive!, there must soon be another wagon on the road passing by.

The crows are getting at the ripped open bags of seed, I throw my empty canteen,

My friends, the town must be searching for me now, I will be found alive.

Time passes by, please find me before the light turns to the dark of night,

A sound, a rumble getting closer, I try to let out a yell but I’m very weak,

I’m here!, with one burst of energy I scream, I’m here!, I’m here!.

Keith Garrett

Each night as the sun goes down, darkness visits a sleepy town,

A usual stroll through the streets brings peace before dreams.

What’s noticed from a mans eyes within the blackness is a window,

A dark building shows off the faint light that glows from behind a shade.

As i pass by every night along my route of walking i wonder about the light,

Who might be there beyond the walls surrounding this one and only window.

Always seems so quiet, could there be laughter or singing on the other side,

Someone quietly reading a book, dreaming of what’s out there in the world,

Beyond their window, do they wonder of things that are a mystery to them.

Is there a possible sadness that wanders around inside, whom might hide,

A name must be attached to a soul with a life, only a light in the window is seen.

Keith Garrett

What have i heard, the wind blowing through the trees,

A dog barking many times in my ear.

High in the sky i’ve heard planes soaring by,

As a boy, the voice of a person reading to me, a story.

The voices of many whom speak out to a world,

From my beginning, the sounds of children crying in pain.

I’ve listened to a mother and father who have said to me many things,

The blast of bombs dropping, gunfire in the night.

Laughter from those the happy ones, at peace with themselves,

Echoes of victory from the bad that is done.

With words from their hearts they sing out songs,

I listen with an ear, music of the world.

I listen to love, i’ve heard all the hate,

Sounds of a lifetime, my memory in time.

The sounds of a world so old, what do you hear.?

Keith Garrett

Hidden from sunlight, beneath the tall ageing trees,

Deep in the woods, alone lived she.

A different kind of world, quiet except for the creatures that be,

A woman so aged, seems that she’d been here for eternity.

So far below that which grows, the falling rain can barely touch,

In a rickety old cabin, she had not much.

Only sounds of the woods kept her company,

In a dark, lost, existence, she lived to be so old, not of loneliness.

Many things did she to occupy her moments of a life meant to be,

Never a face shown to her, only memories of childhood dreams.

She lived in the woods, somewhere you see,

An old, old, woman gone and not missed, but who was she.?

Keith Garrett

I’ve been lost in a far off land, baby, baby, where will i stand,

Away from you is not so fine, where’s my home, this i can’not find.

Listen to me darling and understand, i feel lonely without your hand,

Sweet little angel do you know, i love you, love you, where did you go.?

I found a place for you and me, far away from the lonely streets,

Remember my face from days gone by, do you understand why i cry.?

I wonder if you can hear this voice, the sound will echo through the night,

You are the one and you know who i am, under the stars, here i stand.

You gave me love and now i’ve lost my mind, i write you stories from inside,

A voice in my head and your pretty smile, dance with me darling for just awhile.

I dream that this is a song for you, dream with me baby, dream it’s true,

Dream with me, this is a song for you.

Keith Garrett

By myself as i am sitting beneath the warm, rising sun,

There exists a slight, cool, morning breeze around me.

Watch i do as the tall, dancing, trees stand high above,

Rays from the sun shine through the branches of leaves.

What surrounds me this day is taken for granted beauty,

The quiet is an always wanted gift that will never go away.

The calm pond water rests around me while i think and dream,

When i look down to find my reflection i see not me but that of other days.

My thoughts take me to yesterday, far, far, away as if it were today,

The water is quite still now like clear, shiny, glass, i drift off like a dream.

Faces in the water, clearly i can see with memories faces in the water,

Days of old, friends scattered with time are seen floating in the sun.

Keith Garrett

When he moves it is that he can’not be seen,

Like a shadow that stays not in the same place.

He moves as the wind moves, never is he observed,

Like time, just as a ghost moves along without notice.

A phantom, a spirit in the night, exists he does,

If you become the prey, if seeking you becomes his game,

He will find you, not a soul can run from what can’not be seen.

He is the glimmer man, his job is to eliminate,

Keep from being the hunted, he has a name and knows his game.

Keith Garrett

Wow!, think about it, everyone has changed just as the times have changed,

Way back in time when food had to be hunted for daily, appreciation for a bite.

Today fast food on every corner that is slowly killing all around the world,

When we don’t finish our plates then we simply toss it away, down the drain.

There was a time when a man could drink from a lake or stream, refreshing,

Today without an intelligent thought it is perhaps for a dollar polluted water.

Way back in the west, many places in fact, a body could rest their weary head

Under a tree, make camp and sleep, hunt, have some peace without a stare,

We come to the future where a person is now labeled homeless, we stare.

Loitering and vagrancy are the words used, no sleeping, hard to survive,

Move along it will be said to the one who dares to be free and live in peace.

It’s come to where neighbors fighting and the sounds of sirens are the way,

Nature is screamed at, a burden to many as they make their beautiful sounds in the day.

Trash in the streets but that’s okay, another will clean it if they come this way,

Thinking of man, this way of the future, we now pay a price for water, air, and even dirt.

Keith Garrett

A wise man puts aside his anger before he drifts off to sleep,

A thinker before an act brings much trouble Into his life.

A wise man never bows down to the pressure from his peers,

He must trust In his heart fore his actions are his to answer alone.

A wise man has angry thoughts that hold no consequences from Inside,

If at all they switch to violence then a wise man has no words to be listened to,

What does a wise man do,? He practices In that which he does In fact preach,

He Is not a hypocrite, he Is calm and speaks his words carefully, a wise man Indeed.

He knows that words of stupidity are not a problem behind closed doors,

What does a wise man do,? he thinks before he does anything at all.

Keith Garrett

TRAVEL WITH THE WIND

Everywhere i would be and the places i would see,

High and low, fast and slow, across the fields we go.

Through the trees, the wind and me, blowing leaves,

I need not hang on, it just carry’s me away as i feel free.

To travel with the wind i am light with not a worry,

I am guided within this incredible force of nature.

I am shown exciting and beautiful scenes as beyond a dream,

Above the ocean so high, touching the wide open sky.

Travel with the wind through the green grassed hills,

In the forest dodging the trees, it is the wind and me.

If i had the chance then i would travel to the past to see,

Travel with the wind through time, see what use to be,

To the future where the wind will surely be waiting for me.

Keith Garrett